Lazy Bitches

K so I finally got on our LAME work computer, the only one without a fucking web filter and did this site rating thing. I was kind of excited cuz I tend to swear a wee bit. Obviously it's a lazy system cuz it only gave me NC-17 and THIS is all it could find? Come on pal what, do you only go back like 3 posts?

Shit - 14
fart - 10
fucking - 9
ass - 8
fuck - 5
pissed -3
bitch - 2
skank - 1

Who gives a shit about fart, pissed or skank? Fart?? What?

Actually I remember having a really serious conversation with my mom when I was like 12, asking her if "Pissed" was a swear word. I honestly didn't know. She told me that yes it was a bad word. I'm sorry but I just don't consider it that bad. I think my next question to my mom was "At what age are kids allowed to swear?"

I forget what she said but I do remember it was a pretty good answer. Something about being older and mature enough to make your own decision about it. I remember I was just thinking she would just say "17." I don't know why but that was the age I figured it would be ok.

That whole conversation came about after me calling some bad-guy in a movie a "bastard." I honestly didn't know it was a bad word so my parents had to inform me.

Oh man I remember watching the "Carol Brunette Show" with them when I was little and watching a skit about Carols lost virginity. I still remember the skit and I also remember turning around on our love seat to ask my parents behind me on the couch "What's virginity?" I think they told me just to watch the show. In fact they fielded that entire question, and I forgot about it. Nice play.

The more I think about it the more I remember. Those questions and swearing incidents REALLY stick with me. I remember swimming with my parents when I was like 8 and stepping on something sharp and saying "SHIT!" I can picuture myself slowly turning to look at my Dad, who was laughing at me, plugging my nose with my fingers and slowly slipping underwater hoping I could hold my breath for say... forever.

Then later when I WAS 17 sitting in the kitchen and working myself up to say a swear word in front of them on purpose for like the first time and trying SOOOO HARD to seem nonchalant about it. I think I refereed to one of my friends as a bitch, and I don't think I sweared again in front of them for a few more years. They didn't seem to care a bit but I somehow felt that maybe 17 wasn't the magical number.